Beauty is my own garden
Where new colors emerge
with the cold life
I lived with old loved ones.
The Brazilian orchids are flamed
as always this spring
For they are my moments of joy.
Today Martha told me
that this is my meadow,
At the end of Morningside Park...
My dogs know me
and I know them...
Fall into the grass
And roll with this.
Little dog
fearful silent dog
You to me a beautiful flower
Growing.
Who found you in the urban road?
Karma comes to those who boldly do.
I will touch your sweet face
And never harm you
I will give you the best in this world.
Dreaming of becoming one with you.
Dreaming of walking in the world us two.
When I ask you to dress I confess
When you are ready
I am so proud to take your paw.
Looking down at your racing heart
Never will we part.
Yellow dog pretty yellow dog why do you draw your body away from me
when my hand comes near your pretty yellow face
dog why when I reach for you to try and say hi you
pull away so far a scar was it that first trainer who put his big hands
around your yellow snout you couldn't breathe and he said you did it wrong
sad song and made you scared of the hands of the human hands
this way of this trainer who hit you with a slap on the head every time
you tried to get it right that sit and down pushing you down I will never do this
and I promise to teach the human...
THIS BANYAN TREE
Recieves the migrating
Birds
And says I welcome you.
The Pope says this too.
The saved palm protects my song
Because I brought her back to life.
I am working to see that dogs
become companions..
rather than computers.
Listen...
The moon all red roaring.
And I say thank you
as we stop on the bridge
normally shallow water
now a lake.
In parking lots and doorways,
around the cars or a far,
Thank you for loving me
Inside this Banyan tree.